Guest Post by Amy McTighe I met Mariam in Khanki camp in Iraqi Kurdistan. She was hiding behind a tent, scared of the crowds of other children fighting for boxes of toys being distributed by an American charity. Her expression, her eyes, were compelling and I took picture after picture of her. As I went for a

When I walk into supermarkets I usually stop in front of the newspapers for a minute to read the headlines. This week, I saw one that seemed unusually candid: Prime Minister Asks Parliament To Forget Past, Vote For War. There are some major differences between invading Iraq in 2003 and 2014. It seems that now

I vaguely remember the first time the U.S. invaded Iraq. We called it Desert Storm or the Gulf War then. It may be my earliest memory of nationalism. I was nine and recall the lunch ladies at my school handing out ribbons to the kids to support the troops. I didn’t think much of it